Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.